Oovo IV- Imperial Base

Oovo IV

Astrographical Information

Region: Outer Rim Territories

Sector: Tharin Sector

System: Oovo

Orbital Position: Inside Asteroid Belt around the gas giant Oovo

Moons: Other Asteroids

Grid Coordinates: S-11

Physical Information

Class: Small planet sized Asteroid

Atmosphere: Type 1 inside imperial facilities, outside of the sealed facilities, no atmosphere remains.

Primary Terrain: Imperial Base, Iron/Nickel asteroid

Points of Interest: Imperial Prison base.

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: None

Immigrated Species: Human, humanoid prisoners.

Primary Language(s): Basic

Faction Affiliation: Imperial Remnant

JediRP Canon History: Once home to the Old Republic maximum security prison facility Desolation Alley, the facility was taken over by the Empire under Emperor Geki and used to house such famous characters as Armiena Draygo and Seraphim. The facility was destroyed in a botched rescue attempt and by New Republic agents and the facility was left in ruins, the main asteroid cracked and unusable. The location, housing no meaningful assets to be plundered, was lost to time and the continuous churn of battle after unremembered battle, eventually star charts simply stopped listing the old imperial facility and the galaxy moved on. Years later, the Imperial Ubiqtorate Section Three Intel division set up a large concealed base and prison facility in the ruins of the asteroids for containment and reeducation in the final years of the war. This was used for great effect on over a hundred thousand New Republic captives, but after the formation of the Galactic Alliance and the disintegration of the Galactic Empire, the facility is used for little more than a staging point for long distance counter-intel and espionage operations.

Old description:

((Summary compiled by Delta73. Thank you!))

*The Lich snaps back into real space near to Oovo IV.*

'This is Emperor Geki. Lower the field.'

*The energy shield shuts off just long enough to allow Geki access to the asteroid. He lands the Lich and allows several Limbo guards onto the vessel. The big, serious men secure the unconscious Jedi prisoner and carry him into the interior of the facility, taking the lift down fifty levels to the bottom-most level- Limbo, the Force-free area of the prison.

Cell block 1138, nicknamed 'Limbo', is notorious not because its prisoners are especially violent or dangerous, but because the guards are. Most of the prisoners contained on the level are Force-sensitives who have never received training and did not acquiesce readily to the dark side, thus necessitating their imprisonment lest they become Jedi.

The area is also completely deprived of the Force via an extensive network of ysalimiri contained in the thick walls, where the inmates cannot reach them but their Forceless bubble can reach the inmates. Each one has bound with a nutrient rod fixed into the walls, keeping them alive for the entirety of their natural lives.

Seraphim is given a once-over by Limbo's staff doctor, a sadistic surgeon named Dr. Vergewaltiger, who frequently uses inmates as guinea pigs for his twisted experiments.*

'He's wounded und was infected with der Emperor's virus, but I've managed to contain it. His own healing powers assisted considerably. He's clean of das virus now, und the wound is non-life-threatening.'

*The Jedi youth is stripped, sprayed with a disinfecting solution, dressed in the bright orange uniform of maximum-security convicts, and thrown roughly into his cell.*

'Welcome to the rest of your life, bucko.'

*The inappropriately cheery and friendly guard gives Seraphim a toothy grin and activates the locking mechanism, leaving the youth to contemplate his fate in the sterile, spartan cell.*

Seraphim lay in the center of his cell; a huddled, pathetic mass. He had failed and this was his punishment. He had let Doppler become infected, he had let those under his protection be ripped asunder, and he had let down the Jedi, alliance, and civilians on his first mission-all at once. His lightsaber was not at his side and his greatest ally had been stripped from him via some unknown means.

He was caught in a storm of self doubt and self loathing. Part of him screamed at him to get up and stop loathing himself, that the Jedi and Alliance would find out where he was and they would help a friend in need. They would come for him. The other part, though, merely shot down every optimistic thought he had. It was as if he was his own worst enemy.

Soon they would cleave off his hair; his silky white locks that hadn't been cut once during the entirety of his lifetime. They came down to just below his tail bone and had been wrapped up in several ties when he had gone into the Gateway, but now they were everywhere. They hide his head, his quivering lips, and his tear streamed face.

He didn't want to admit it to anyone, most of all himself, but he knew deep down he wasn't the kind of person that was built for jail; even when his Jedi training”¦he wasn't built to be in this sort of place, cut off from doing what he needed to do. He could only hope that they wouldn't mix him with the more common prisoners.

Raiden walked along the observation deck of the imperial style cell block, which like most had been designed with laser doors in both the outer wall of the block, and the ceiling. The former Stormtrooper floated along with a contemptible stare, stopping at the corner of Seraphim's cell. His gaze turned devious for a moment, prompting his assistant to pay attention.

"Who is this?"

"New Jedi... Emperor Geki's find, from Gateway station. One of few that weren't turned into flesh crazed monsters."

"Well isn't that lucky for us? Been a long time since we had a descent looking piece of tail in here. Might sneak in one night and have some fun, if you know what I mean!"

Raiden finished by laughing and presenting his hand to high five his assistant, who replied to him with an irritated, "Sir, that's a Man."

"Oh, c'mon, she's a little flat chested but that's no reason to rule 'er out."

"No, Boss, look at the datapad--this prisoner is male."

Raiden's expression returned to the same shade of surly it had started at.

"...That explains the Adams apple."

The warden approached the open ceiling, crouching down to look through the laser wall at his prisoner, and began a seemingly familiar speech,

"Welcome to Limbo. I'm the Warden here. If you have any questions or complains about how you're treated here, please shout them into the hole in the floor you s*** into. They will be processed in approximately the same fashion. Meals come twice a day. If you want a between meal snack, reach into the previously mentioned hole in the floor to collect one. There's no real lights out here--the laser doors will keep the room nicely illuminated for you all day and all night. Don't worry though, only a few of the prisoners have lived long enough to be blinded by the apparent damage this causes. It's a minor concern at most. Stay quiet. Don't cause trouble."

Seraphim rolled over to look up at the figure that was speaking to him. He had heard them speaking, heard the man mistaking him for a girl. He didn't automatically dislike the man for the mistake as that was something he had grown used to over the course of his life, but when the man decided to disturb him for an obviously useless speech he had grown annoyed.

”œGo and find some other guy to make your butt buddy, you queer.”

*Geki contacts Lord Raiden via comm:*

'Governor-Warden Raiden, I will require a holonet statement from the Jedi as soon as possible stating that he was part of a plot to discredit the Empire and assassinate me onboard the Gateway. Use whatever means necessary, but don't damage him above the neck. He needs to appear unharmed for the broadcast.'

*His orders thus imparted, Geki boards the Lich and departs the asteroid.*

Raiden's eyes narrowed at the prisoners words of defiance, his impulse to have his head shaved and his face mutilated stifled quickly by Geki's message. Raiden looked over at his assistant, then uttered, simply, "Clean him up."

The door opened up in front of Seraphim to a dreadfully foreboding sight. Two men wrangled and imperial grade fire hose. A big sadistic grin returned to Raiden's face as he was ambushed with a couple hundred pounds of water pressure, forcibly "cleaning him off" in a means no less effective than ripping off somebody's flesh to remove a blemish. The Warden yelled over the thunderous sound of water pounding the Jedi into oblivion.

"I'll have a script prepared for you shortly. You're to make us a good, convincing statement on holonet admitting fault for attempting to assassinate the Emperor. If you preform well I may consider not giving you a roommate. There's a Gamorrean in a cell a little ways down that hasn't been able to... contain his urges (all over my cell) since you got here."

*The Imperial agent escorting Alexander arrives over Oovo IV, the two craft still slaved together.*

'Governor-Warden, this is Agent Vishnov requesting landing clearance. The man accompanying me claims to have Trowa Barton captive and is looking to claim the bounty on him.'

Alexander sat quietly in the cockpit of his ship, waiting for a comm from the other that would inform him of where to bring his ship in at. He had heard rumors in a few scuzzy dens of hedonistic activity, years ago, about Imperial installations hidden out in the middle no where like this-of course at the time he didn't believe them, but if this place begged to prove him wrong.

Can't be right all the time, I suppose.

*The Lich pulls away from Oovo IV and enters hyperspace...*

An Agent in Flight control replied to the request, acting on procedures that the Governor-Warden had set up.

"Vishnov you are.... clear to dock with one unidentified escort. Security forces will be sent to greet you in the event of unexpected hostility from the Escort freighter."

'Acknowledged, ground control. Bringing her in.'

*Vishnov switches frequencies and addresses Alexander.*

'Just sit still and don't touch anything. We'll be landing shortly. I really advise against anything that might be interpreted as hostility; security here would blow you away in a heartbeat.'

*The two craft descend towards the surface and land at the designated landing pad, security forces ready to greet them...*

Alexander didn't acknowledge the Imperial man's comm, but he had recieved it and listened to it. His arms remained folded across his chest on the top of his armor. He had brought in several low ranking Imperials for crimes in other sections, so what he was doing was something similar to walking straight into hell when Satan had a grudge against him.

His ship touched down and he moved from the cockpit, lowering the boarding ramp as he passed it and headed into the make shift holding area where the bounty was at; still drugged. He hoisted the slim man's body up onto his shoulder and walked out of his ship. His armor was an older, yet highly upgraded model of the Katarn Mark II armor that was used during the Clone Wars so long ago. It was practically an antique, but many people had made the mistake of under estimating him because of his choice of armor. He had merely chosen it because the look of it was suitable to his needs. The color scheme was black and forest green, not that it mattered.

"Where we taking this boy?"

Seraphim's hands instinctively shot up to protect his face and the water threatened to crush and flatten him against the side of the cell. The pain from being pressed so hard against the wall caused a few cries of pain to escape his lips, but they were lost in the roar of the water coming at him. He could only just barely make out the sound of the Warden's voice over the water.

They want me to what?!

There was no way he would fall to such a level, no matter what they threatened to do to him. The Emperor was an evil man and shouldn't have ever been allowed to take such a position of power. The Jedi had to stop the Emperor, just as they had to stop the blood thirsty Sith. Even with the threat of a new ”˜roommate' he wouldn't give in on that matter.

When the water finally stopped beating him into the wall, he collapsed into a beat red heap. His once lightly shaded skin now showed the blood just under the surface as bruises began to show up already. A particularly large bruise was on his left cheek where the water had broken through his hands.

Faust's Bhelliom touches down, carrying the still unconscious figure of the Jedi leader, Armiena Draygo. A harsh word to some attendants produces the ominous sight of a universal energy cage, into which the Jedi is thrust.

Faust sees her escorted into the depths of the prison, giving explicit instructions to be forwarded to Lord Raiden for the care and treatment of the Jedi's beloved leader. The trooper assigned to relay the message, a veteran of 3 dozen battles, is nausiated to the pit of his stomach at hearing the grusome details.

"... the blood. And that should soften her up for my return," Faust concludes, a cruel smile on his lips with the hint of teeth. "Then the real fun can begin. I have my own affairs to attend to now, having won two major battles for the Empire. If the Lord Warden of this prison loses her, inform him that her fate will be his."

With that, Faust sweeps about and departs, quietly checking into the prison infirmary to have his wounds patched up under the armor and with his arm. The only thing that cannot be out and out fixed is the damage to his ear, though some skin grafts at a later time will have it looking as good as ever. Satisfied, Faust departs into space once more.

*Armed guards approach Alexander, their weapons lowered but ready.*

'Sir, please remove any weapons and other articles you might be carrying and place them in this.'

*A metallic safety deposit box is offered.*

Alexander sat the body down on the ground next to him carefully, then began dropping grenades into the tray until it was halfway full. His visor remained, of course, expressionless as he removed both of his slug throwers from his hips and dropped them into the tray. Those were the only real weapons he had on him at the moment, all that remained was his armor but that didn't come off.

"Now, can we get on with this?"

He reached down and grabbed hold of the waistband of the man's pants, lifting him up with one hand and waiting to be led somewhere.

"Ehh!" Raiden shouted, throwing his stun baton through the air and bouncing it off the hoseman's head.

"Not the face, you I am Groot! He's supposed to look unharmed!"

Raiden kneeled down over the cage again as the shields went back up.

"I'll be back when you look a little less red and swollen. There's another Jedi here I have to greet. Maybe if you're cooperative, I won't decide to have her gassed."

Raiden stood up and headed on down the line, delighted to see his old friend had come to pay him a visit. Freshly treated for wounds, Armenia had the look of a sewn together monster, large, cheap stitches holding together all the scrapes and enough antibiotic pumping through her veins to let her safely eat feces. She was dropped into her Cell in the infamous cell block, and as the laser wall closed above her head so appeared the familiar smiling face of the Governor-Warden.

"Hah! I remember you. You severed my twig-and-berries, so I chainsword'd off your knockers. You're the reason my manhood has a steam outlet! Oh, to see you here and now--how very fortunate.

Welcome to Limbo. I am the Warden. If you have any complains about how you're treated here, please feel free to shout them into the hole in the floor you s*** into. They will be processed in a similar fashion. Meals come twice a day. If you want a between meal snack, reach into the previously mentioned hole in the floor to collect one. There's no real lights out here--the laser doors will keep the room nicely illuminated for you all day and all night. Don't worry though, only a few of the prisoners have lived long enough to be blinded by the apparent damage this causes. We honestly don't care. Any questions, ma belle peche?"

"Yeah. What's the ratio of political prisoners to ordinary criminal scum in this prison?"

Armiena didn't expect an answer, so she just closed her eyes before the Warden could answer. She just stared up at a ceiling that she couldn't see and offered a little smile. This place wouldn't hold her.... and if it did, she pitied the poor fools who had to deal with her.

An entire lifetime of dealing with a belligerent smart-ass...

Another comm arrives for the Lord Warden of the prison through the usual secure and encrypted channels.

Something I forgot to mention. I would like the Jedi leader as intact as possible. When I have the time, I wish to break her and if she's in full possession of her precious nerve endings, it will make that task all the sweeter, though you already knew that. I'm putting out a holonet cast declaring her death, so keep her isolated from the other prisoners. It would look most embarassing if she were to pop up alive and well.

In the mean time, have fun with our guest as you see fit.

Faust, over and out.

Aryian's ship pops out of Hyperspace far out of sensor range of the installations planetside, and the Jedi master proceeds to power down his craft, using the existing momentum and the Force to guide the ship in on the far side of what appeared to be some sort of installation. The ship he had followed was just shooting off into the distance, Aryian barely recognizing it before it made the jump to hyperspace.

He began to manipulate the Force to slingshot himself around in an appropriate pursuit trajectory when something inside of him clicked, a mental red flag that made him stop. After several moments of concentration and meditation on the situation at hand, he resolved instead to attempt to land his craft unobtrusively planetside. Whatever he was supposed to do, the Force was drawing him here. It had stopped pulling on his mind as soon as he left hyperspace, and it had not picked back up, meaning that whatever he was supposed to do, wherever he was supposed to be, it was here and now.

The deadened E-wing glided through nothingness to the large lifeless rock, putting down several clicks away in a small cave by pure Force manipualtion. He donned the solitary atmosphere suit in the craft and popped the cockpit hatch, stepping out into space, slowly beginning the long trek towards where destiny was drawing him...

"Oh, Miss Draygo... You're all scum here."

Raiden cracked a smile as he stared creepily into the cell.

Meanwhile...

Raiden's second officer approached Seraphim's cell with a Datapad.

"Are you ready to give your statement?" He asked, sure that he knew it wasn't truly a question of whether or not he wanted to do it, and rather a question of whether he wanted to comply or face another punishment.

A particularly thick, unsightly bruise had come into existence on Seraphim's cheek. He merely smiled up at the officer, flashing his pearly white teeth before rolling over to lie on his side. He didn't have any intentions of speaking to the officer or making a statement.

”œGo bother someone else.”

"That is... Most unfortunate..."

The officer marked on his datapad to cease meal delivery to Seraphim, and made a note about suspending sleeping privileges.

Somebody was assigned to watch the camera in Seraphim's cell, and while doing so he was given a button, such that any time the Jedi appeared to be relaxing, closing his eyes, or sleeping, they would receive a jolt of electricity. This, acting on the idea that surely Seraphim would be much more pliable with no sleep and no food, was Raiden's secondary plan to gain compliance from Seraphim...

As Armiena had closed her eyes, silently wishing away a dull headache from the harsh lighting, she couldn't see the warden of the prison stare into her cell.

"Wait, wait. I've got more questions. Is it true that Kakuto Ryu was a hermaphrodite? I was never in a position to confirm that rumor, thank goodness, but I kept hearing it over and over." Armiena thought for a second.

"Oh, and that's a yes or no question. I don't need to see it for myself. I'm not into hermaphrodite porn. Ick."

"I had heard that rumor too."

Raiden stood up and began to walk away.

"I don't know anymore than you, though..."

"Bloody hell. I thought that you, being an Imperial and therefore a generally depraved and amoral scum, you'd have some inside information on whether it was true. My mistake. Hey, you didn't leave, did you?"

Armiena's eyes snapped open, taking in the merciless glare of the lasers that served as her cell's only lighting. If they intended to try to break her down through isolation, then that would at least give her plenty of time to sort through her thoughts. Rising from the floor, she began to place back and forth in her cell, studying every square centimeter of it.

*Alexander is escorted to the prison's medical facility where the head doctor, the esteemed and thoroughly sadistic Dr. Vergewaltiger, is currently performing an experiment to ascertain whether or not a male adult human is able to operate at full efficiency if his lower intestine is severed and reattached in such a way that it feeds into the stomach. All the evidence is pointing to 'no'.

The good Dr. removes his bloodied latex gloves and throws them into a chute leading to the furnace. He then removes the moaning man and throws him into the chute leading to the furnace, his usefulness at an end.*

'Now... vat have ve here? Ah, yes... one Trowa Barton, notorious criminal who betrayed the Empire over Coruscant and caused countless Imperial casualties in doing so. A man I could almost admire. Just a few tests to perform before ve can be certain ve have the correct subject. Of course, the tests will only confirm his physical veracity. A powerful psychic such as der Führer vill have to confirm that the man's mind is indeed Barton's...'

*An hour later, the tests are complete.*

'The man is, indeed, Barton. You may pay the man. Guards, take the subject to Limbo.'

*Alexander is paid one million credits in cash and is escorted back to the landing pad, where the Imperial agent who escorted him to the facility once again slaves the crafts, performs a jump into deep space, and uncouples the two vessels. Alexander is now free to do as he wishes, the location of the facility secure and unable to be found by anything less than a complete miracle of the Force, such as those received by some God-like Jedi.*

Blackness was the only way to descibe the scene around Aryian, as the asteroid moon orbited around the far side of the planet, the light from both the system sun and the light reflected off the planet were obscured, leaving the Jedi in pitch black, all save the starlight. It was impossible for him to see with his eyes, but at this point Aryian was far past trusting his eyes over trusting something else. He bounded along in the minimal gravity environ, each time travelling nearly twenty feet before slowly descending to land again, making his way across the dark rocky wasteland.

Time was still of little matter to him, and he did not know exactly how long it took him to make it to the point, but finally, after what could have been an eternity, he stopped, knowing that he was here. Well...wherever here was...it looked like everywhere else, yet Aryian could feel a very distinct wall in front of him, making out every last detail. It was a wall of energy, one strong enough to vaporize him if he stepped into it. He would have been no more than an insect on a bug zapper had he taken two more steps forward.

He called the Force to him, forcing a wedge in the energy wall, opening a hole just large enough for him to pass, through which he did shortly thereater in a diving shoulder roll. Once through, his mental hold on the energy wall collpsed, allowing the energy to once more cascade down in a muffled crackle. He looked around, once again feeling a familiar pull, to which he responded by stepping off, expecting to bound when instead falling from mid-stride and cracked his faceplate, surprising himself by both the fact that on this side of the energy wall there was artificil gravity, as well as oxygen, noted due to the lack of a rapid decompression from his cracked faceplate. The air was thin hee, however, and stale. It lacked certain qualities about it that distinguished it as naturally filtered air by flora, and instead smelled manufacured.

Aryian disrobed rom the spacesuit, tossing it into the energy wall to get rid of it, and once again resumed his trek across the rocky wasteland, devoid of the spacesuit. The only things he wore were the robes he was dressed in, and his three lightsaber hilts inside on his belt. Up ahead he could feel presences moving about, and he finally knew he was where he needed to be. Renewed in confidence, he strode on, doing his utmost to stay out of sight in the craggy hills from anyone who might catch his figure with a stray glance.

*The shield breach is immmediately detected due to the slight depressurisation in the atmosphere as well as the fluctuation in the energy output.*

'Lord Raiden, we have a shield breach in the northwest quadrant! Dispatching two squads and going to red alert. Do you have any further orders?'

*Two squadrons of stormtroopers are despatched from the surface garrison and head for the breach point, fanning out and switching their visors to high visibility...*